Bay's POV
I struggle to open my tired eyes. Battling the heaviness that's trying to keep them shut.
After completely opening my eyes, I realize I'm cuffed to a pole by my right wrist. I frantically look around the room for a way to escape, but all I see is a small window that not even an anorexic girl couldn't squeeze through, and a big door. I pull my arm that is cuffed against the pole that makes a loud clanging sound.
"What the fuck is wrong with you people!?!" I repeatedly scream as loudly as I can..
*Click*Click*Click*Eeehhh*
The sound of the door unlocking and opening, freezes my body, and I suddenly don't have the courage to be loud.
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Torn to Pieces
Teen Fiction"What's your name sweetheart?" He asked with a hint of evil in his voice. I refused to answer. I will not give in to anything he is trying to pull. "I asked you a question. Answer it." He raised his voice. I laughed deeply, "My name.. Is none of yo...
